[Posted by Ted H]
Little bit of everything this week. Got a couple updates on scheduled posting while I stall myself for time and write the final bits on the OurTwon finale...
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[Safe Haven - Bitch, Where's My Map?]
John saw someone approaching so he jumped back and hid behind the counter. When he realized it was Kate, he had to restrain himself from shooting her out in the open, so he waited for her to enter. He watched her walk through the sales floor and stop short when she noticed the opened box in the back. John then popped up and pointed a gun at her.
“Bitch, where’s my map?” he asked as he trained the gun on Kate’s head. Kate turned quick, a look of shock quickly turning into an insulting smile. “What…the fuck…did you do to your hair?” she asked. John knew how he looked. There was only so much he could accomplish with a shitty knife and a piece of a mirror. “Not important!” he screamed “Map!”
Kate reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. “I thought you were dead,” she said as she held the map up “And I didn’t want to risk this falling into the wrong hands.” John sneered “It currently IS in the wrong hands. And you moved my dresser wrong so the ResE found my hiding spot.”
“So I guess it was a good thing I took your little map then, huh?”
“Fuck you, Kate. I got fucking ResEs looking for me.”
“Is that why you…cut your hair?”
“I’m in hiding.”
“Sure. You wanna stay here while I go fetch that asshole, Anderson?”
“Why…Wait, where is he now?”
“Perry’s.”
“Fuck. That place is probably crawling with ResEs!”
“Probably. Some bum said you sent them there.”
“It’s not like that. Lemme explain on the way.”
“Now you’re not hiding?”
“Perry and Anderson are both fucked. You didn’t see this one ResE, he fucking shot up my place. Can you imagine what he’d do to Perry?”
“He’s probably already dead now.”
“Then we fuck the ResEs up anyway.”
“How?”
“We got the guns to do it.”
“And we have all of four hands combined vs. God knows how many that will swarm at a gunfight.”
“Leave that to me,” John said as he ran and grabbed the box of weapons. “Go grab the other box,” he said “Bout time we did some distributions.”
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Nick had already picked off a couple brave idiots who thought they could charge into the whore house. After that there was some shooting but things were at a lull. “Who the fuck is out there?” Nick asked as he looked over to Kyle, who was slumped over but still alive. “Fuck if I know,” Kyle said as he rolled his head over to look back at Nick “But I hear more or them coming every so often.”
“Where’s our fucking backup?”
“They’ll be here. Early in the morning like this? We’re a bit scattered still. Probably no one wants to risk running in until enough ResEs come together.”
“You holding out alright?”
“It hurts like shit, I honestly don’t know. You ok?”
“Fuck man, my vest held. You’re the one bleeding out.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“How the fuck did that many people get a hold of guns?”
“Fucking Rogues. Enough people get weapons, soon enough they’ll get ballsy.”
“I hear gunshots.”
“Really? NOW you hear them?”
“Nah man, gunshots for someone other then us.”
Kyle and Nick listened as gunfire started up. The ResEs were charging in and civilians outside were shooting back at them. It didn’t take long for a full scale riot to break out. “This takes me back,” Nick said as he peeked out at the chaos “Except we were always on the other end of the law for that.”
“Good to see how the other half lives then, eh?” Kyle said as he pulled off his vest and shirt. “What you doin?” Nick asked. “Can’t breathe with this thing,” Kyle responded as he balled his shirt up and pressed it down on his wound. “Anyone gonna get us out of here or what?” Nick said into his radio. “We’ll get you when we get you!” someone responded.
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“What the hell is going on out there?” Joseph demanded as he barged into Thomas’ office. “It’s under control,” Thomas said, though it did not seem like that answer satisfied Joseph. “There’s a riot happening in my city and your people can’t seem to quell it.” Thomas tapped the earpiece he was wearing “I’m aware of the situation. It seems as if a number of the citizens who had illegal weapons in their possession decided to start using them.”
“Fix it!” Joseph said as he put his hands down on Thomas’ desk. “It won’t last,” Thomas said “They’re ill equipped when compared to my men and they lack the resources of the enforcers.” Joseph eyed Thomas. “Riots have been staged with less against far superior odds,” he said “Make sure you fix this. I can not tolerate an uprising in my city.”
“Our city,” Thomas said as Joseph walked out of the office “And I have this handled.”
May 27, 2012
May 20, 2012
Safe Haven - Whores With Guns
[...Posted by Ted H]
...and the climactic act one finale begins!
Someone called me out on this before, but I must reiterate: kevlar vests are not magical-bullet-stopping-absolutely-no-damage-taken-devices.
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[Safe Haven - Whores With Guns]
Nick wasn’t a very nice person, hence his call sign, but he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of his partner killing women he could sleep with. But Kyle had that look in his eye that meant he was beyond pissed off. The man Kyle had been looking for apparently gave him the slip again, and somebody had to pay. That somebody was Perry, but since he was the only known person who could find the naked dude from yesterday, someone else had to pay. Of the few things horrible acts that Nick didn’t condone, killing sluts was one of them, but he figured there was no way Kyle would kill all of them, so he figured he’d let him kill an ugly one first.
With all the commotion, some of the girls had already cleared out but there were a couple that were standing in the main lobby. “Shit, they’re both hot,” Nick said under his breath as he approached them. Neither one of them look frightened. “Where’s Perry?” the blond one asked. Nick ignored them as he tried to choose between the two. The only discernable difference between them to him was that one was blond and the other was a brunette. “Gotta admit, I’m a bit partial to blonds,” he said as he pointed his rifle at the brunette. “Let’s go visit your pimp,” he said as he directed her. “Don’t go too far,” he said to the blond with a wink as he walked the brunette back to Kyle.
“I just want to say, it’s nothing personal,” Nick said to the brunette as he grabbed her hair and lead her into the office to die. Perry immediately buried his head when he saw her enter. “Last chance,” Kyle said with authority as Nick walked over towards him. “I say we rape ‘em first,” Nick said aloud as he watched the brunette reach behind her and pull out a gun. “Shit!” Nick said as the woman quickly fired a couple shots in front of herself without aiming. It was more if a reaction on Nicks part when he fired at the woman, obliterating her torso with a stream of fire. He turned to see Kyle on the ground, noting only one bullet hole in the wall behind him.
“You ok?” Nick asked as he saw Kyle clutching his own torso. “Don’t be a pansy,” he said “You’re wearing Kevlar.” Kyle revealed his hands to be bloody as he said “Fuck you.” Whatever that woman was armed with, she wasn’t packing some pussy caliber rounds, that was for sure. Kyle looked past Nick and his eyes went wide. He turned around to see the blond from before pointing a handgun of her own at Nick. “You gotta be kidding m-” he said before the woman fired at Nick.
The shots pounded into his chest, but his vest was holding out. Still didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt as he fell backwards and dropped his rifle. His chest felt like it was on fire as he pulled out his handgun as he hit the ground. He extended his arm out to aim as the blond was running up for a better shot. He pulled the trigger three times, hitting his mark every time as the blond threw her gun up and fell.
“Call backup,” Kyle said as he groaned, keeping both hands on his bullet wound. Kyle rolled over, noting that he definitely had at least one broken rib, and grabbed his rifle. “We’re getting out of here,” he said as threw the rifle around his back and grabbed Kyle’s. “Can you move?” he asked as Kyle propped himself up. “Gimme your arm,” he said as he helped Kyle up and shouldered him as they limped for the exit.
Nick spotted a couple more women running up. Not taking any more chances, he opened fire immediately at them with Kyle’s rifle. “What the fuck?” Kyle asked as Nick backed them towards the front door, keeping watch for anyone else running out. “We’re out of here,” Nick said as Kyle screamed out in pain. Bullets flew passed Nick’s head and he realized someone was shooting them from outside.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Nick said as he dropped Kyle off behind the wall next to the door just as a bullet slammed into his vest, knocking the wind from him. He collapsed and rolled to the other side of the door. Too many people were firing at the moment for Nick to even begin to wonder how many people were out there, but they sure as hell weren‘t ResEs. “…Two Enforcers down, myself included!” Kyle was screaming into his radio “Unknown number of assailants.”
“How much backup do you require?” Janky said, seemingly uninterested.
“Send EVERYONE!” Kyle screamed.
...and the climactic act one finale begins!
Someone called me out on this before, but I must reiterate: kevlar vests are not magical-bullet-stopping-absolutely-no-damage-taken-devices.
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[Safe Haven - Whores With Guns]
Nick wasn’t a very nice person, hence his call sign, but he wasn’t thrilled about the idea of his partner killing women he could sleep with. But Kyle had that look in his eye that meant he was beyond pissed off. The man Kyle had been looking for apparently gave him the slip again, and somebody had to pay. That somebody was Perry, but since he was the only known person who could find the naked dude from yesterday, someone else had to pay. Of the few things horrible acts that Nick didn’t condone, killing sluts was one of them, but he figured there was no way Kyle would kill all of them, so he figured he’d let him kill an ugly one first.
With all the commotion, some of the girls had already cleared out but there were a couple that were standing in the main lobby. “Shit, they’re both hot,” Nick said under his breath as he approached them. Neither one of them look frightened. “Where’s Perry?” the blond one asked. Nick ignored them as he tried to choose between the two. The only discernable difference between them to him was that one was blond and the other was a brunette. “Gotta admit, I’m a bit partial to blonds,” he said as he pointed his rifle at the brunette. “Let’s go visit your pimp,” he said as he directed her. “Don’t go too far,” he said to the blond with a wink as he walked the brunette back to Kyle.
“I just want to say, it’s nothing personal,” Nick said to the brunette as he grabbed her hair and lead her into the office to die. Perry immediately buried his head when he saw her enter. “Last chance,” Kyle said with authority as Nick walked over towards him. “I say we rape ‘em first,” Nick said aloud as he watched the brunette reach behind her and pull out a gun. “Shit!” Nick said as the woman quickly fired a couple shots in front of herself without aiming. It was more if a reaction on Nicks part when he fired at the woman, obliterating her torso with a stream of fire. He turned to see Kyle on the ground, noting only one bullet hole in the wall behind him.
“You ok?” Nick asked as he saw Kyle clutching his own torso. “Don’t be a pansy,” he said “You’re wearing Kevlar.” Kyle revealed his hands to be bloody as he said “Fuck you.” Whatever that woman was armed with, she wasn’t packing some pussy caliber rounds, that was for sure. Kyle looked past Nick and his eyes went wide. He turned around to see the blond from before pointing a handgun of her own at Nick. “You gotta be kidding m-” he said before the woman fired at Nick.
The shots pounded into his chest, but his vest was holding out. Still didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt as he fell backwards and dropped his rifle. His chest felt like it was on fire as he pulled out his handgun as he hit the ground. He extended his arm out to aim as the blond was running up for a better shot. He pulled the trigger three times, hitting his mark every time as the blond threw her gun up and fell.
“Call backup,” Kyle said as he groaned, keeping both hands on his bullet wound. Kyle rolled over, noting that he definitely had at least one broken rib, and grabbed his rifle. “We’re getting out of here,” he said as threw the rifle around his back and grabbed Kyle’s. “Can you move?” he asked as Kyle propped himself up. “Gimme your arm,” he said as he helped Kyle up and shouldered him as they limped for the exit.
Nick spotted a couple more women running up. Not taking any more chances, he opened fire immediately at them with Kyle’s rifle. “What the fuck?” Kyle asked as Nick backed them towards the front door, keeping watch for anyone else running out. “We’re out of here,” Nick said as Kyle screamed out in pain. Bullets flew passed Nick’s head and he realized someone was shooting them from outside.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” Nick said as he dropped Kyle off behind the wall next to the door just as a bullet slammed into his vest, knocking the wind from him. He collapsed and rolled to the other side of the door. Too many people were firing at the moment for Nick to even begin to wonder how many people were out there, but they sure as hell weren‘t ResEs. “…Two Enforcers down, myself included!” Kyle was screaming into his radio “Unknown number of assailants.”
“How much backup do you require?” Janky said, seemingly uninterested.
“Send EVERYONE!” Kyle screamed.
May 13, 2012
Safe Haven - It Just Got Serious In Here
[...Posted by Ted H]
So....some freakin foreigner limo driver smashed into my brand new car last night...and since he probably isnt even legal and is somehow employed by the company, he isnt at fault for his lack of driving ability and now I gotta foot the bill for the fucking repairs...both repairs...because the limo company can afford a lawyer.
AmErIcA!
Fuckers name was something so sad, the name insults him enough...but you can bet your ass the next time I need a retarded illegal alien character who doesnt know his ass from his elbow, I definatly will know what to name him.
And if that fucking wetback ever somehow finds his way to this page (with the help of a translation no doubt) I've got one piece of advice: That piece of metal sticking up on the side of the road with the two diget number on it? Yeah, thats a speed limit, not a scorecard, so SLOW THE FUCK DOWN and maybe you wont hit so many people.
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BTW: Todays update was predetermined a while ago, and it just so happens to star someone with a LOT of aggression to work through...funny how that worked out...
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[Safe Haven - It Just Got Serious In Here]
Perry had noted that he lost a bit of blood from the nose bleed the ResE gave him yesterday, but that was nothing compared to the blood he was losing this time around. The pain he was enduring now was also a no contest. The ResE from before had made his way back to Perry’s office and then started beating him without giving explanation. He then took a moment to shoot the pile of discarded clothing from before, again, without reason.
“Just wait until my partner gets here,” he said before he started beating Perry again. Perry was never much of a fighter, and he doubted he could handle this ResE on a good day either. The partner eventually showed up, and to the dismay of Perry, things only got worse.
“My name is Rotting Cure,” the partner said when he arrived in Perry’s office “And I believe you’ve become well acquainted with my partner, Mean. Now, usually, in situations like this my partner and I like to play good cop-bad cop.” After the beat down Mean had been giving, Perry didn’t need much help in determining who the “good cop” was suppose to be in this duo.
“Now, like I said, that’s usually the case,” Rotting Cure continued “But today will be different. Today we have a bad cop,” he said before raising his rifle and shooting Perry in the left foot “And we also have a pissed off fucking cop!” Perry immediately dropped to the ground as Rotting Cure walked over and kicked him in the stomach.
“I don’t think you know this about me, Perry the Gimp, but I fucking hate being lied to. And you have been lying to me. You’re fat, limp dicked friend has been lying to me. The lying is gonna fucking stop right now, or I swear to fucking God I’ll kill every single slut in this shit hole right in front of you before I make you eat a bullet. You got me?”
Perry coughed as he clutched his foot. “I don’t know anything. I kicked that guy out as soon as you people left yesterday,” he said as Rotting Cure kicked him a couple more times. “You’re lying!” he screamed as he turned his attention to Mean. “Go bring me a slut,” he said “Mother fucker thinks I’m fucking lying, so I’m gonna have to murder a hoe.”
Mean slowly, but surely left the room to track down a woman and Perry knew he was in a shitty predicament. Does he betray his friend, John, who also is key for the citizens to get a hold of the weapons and vices they so desperately need? Or does he allow his women, the ones who trust him to keep them safe and sheltered, to die in the name of protecting someone who probably deserves what was coming?
“Please don’t…” Perry pleaded. “Don’t what?” Rotting Cure asked as he kicked Perry again. “Don’t hurt my bitches? Don’t keep kicking me? Don’t cut me open and piss in the wound? Help me out Perry, cuz all this can stop the second you start telling me the truth. Stop. Fucking. Lying.” There was no right answer for Perry, because either way he was going to die since there was no way this ResE was going to show him mercy. They’ve killed people before for less than lying, but he wasn’t about to let any of his girls get hurt. “If he isn’t home, I don’t know where he went,” Perry spit out as he coughed some more.
“I don’t believe you,” Rotting Cure said as Mean dragged in a girl by her hair. Perry shifted his head to face down and covered his head with his hands. He didn’t want to watch or hear what they were about to do to her.
So....some freakin foreigner limo driver smashed into my brand new car last night...and since he probably isnt even legal and is somehow employed by the company, he isnt at fault for his lack of driving ability and now I gotta foot the bill for the fucking repairs...both repairs...because the limo company can afford a lawyer.
AmErIcA!
Fuckers name was something so sad, the name insults him enough...but you can bet your ass the next time I need a retarded illegal alien character who doesnt know his ass from his elbow, I definatly will know what to name him.
And if that fucking wetback ever somehow finds his way to this page (with the help of a translation no doubt) I've got one piece of advice: That piece of metal sticking up on the side of the road with the two diget number on it? Yeah, thats a speed limit, not a scorecard, so SLOW THE FUCK DOWN and maybe you wont hit so many people.
...
BTW: Todays update was predetermined a while ago, and it just so happens to star someone with a LOT of aggression to work through...funny how that worked out...
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[Safe Haven - It Just Got Serious In Here]
Perry had noted that he lost a bit of blood from the nose bleed the ResE gave him yesterday, but that was nothing compared to the blood he was losing this time around. The pain he was enduring now was also a no contest. The ResE from before had made his way back to Perry’s office and then started beating him without giving explanation. He then took a moment to shoot the pile of discarded clothing from before, again, without reason.
“Just wait until my partner gets here,” he said before he started beating Perry again. Perry was never much of a fighter, and he doubted he could handle this ResE on a good day either. The partner eventually showed up, and to the dismay of Perry, things only got worse.
“My name is Rotting Cure,” the partner said when he arrived in Perry’s office “And I believe you’ve become well acquainted with my partner, Mean. Now, usually, in situations like this my partner and I like to play good cop-bad cop.” After the beat down Mean had been giving, Perry didn’t need much help in determining who the “good cop” was suppose to be in this duo.
“Now, like I said, that’s usually the case,” Rotting Cure continued “But today will be different. Today we have a bad cop,” he said before raising his rifle and shooting Perry in the left foot “And we also have a pissed off fucking cop!” Perry immediately dropped to the ground as Rotting Cure walked over and kicked him in the stomach.
“I don’t think you know this about me, Perry the Gimp, but I fucking hate being lied to. And you have been lying to me. You’re fat, limp dicked friend has been lying to me. The lying is gonna fucking stop right now, or I swear to fucking God I’ll kill every single slut in this shit hole right in front of you before I make you eat a bullet. You got me?”
Perry coughed as he clutched his foot. “I don’t know anything. I kicked that guy out as soon as you people left yesterday,” he said as Rotting Cure kicked him a couple more times. “You’re lying!” he screamed as he turned his attention to Mean. “Go bring me a slut,” he said “Mother fucker thinks I’m fucking lying, so I’m gonna have to murder a hoe.”
Mean slowly, but surely left the room to track down a woman and Perry knew he was in a shitty predicament. Does he betray his friend, John, who also is key for the citizens to get a hold of the weapons and vices they so desperately need? Or does he allow his women, the ones who trust him to keep them safe and sheltered, to die in the name of protecting someone who probably deserves what was coming?
“Please don’t…” Perry pleaded. “Don’t what?” Rotting Cure asked as he kicked Perry again. “Don’t hurt my bitches? Don’t keep kicking me? Don’t cut me open and piss in the wound? Help me out Perry, cuz all this can stop the second you start telling me the truth. Stop. Fucking. Lying.” There was no right answer for Perry, because either way he was going to die since there was no way this ResE was going to show him mercy. They’ve killed people before for less than lying, but he wasn’t about to let any of his girls get hurt. “If he isn’t home, I don’t know where he went,” Perry spit out as he coughed some more.
“I don’t believe you,” Rotting Cure said as Mean dragged in a girl by her hair. Perry shifted his head to face down and covered his head with his hands. He didn’t want to watch or hear what they were about to do to her.
May 6, 2012
Safe Haven - John Ain't Here
[...Posted by Ted H]
Trying out the whole "schedule post" option...lemme know if this doesnt appear sunday.....err...nevermind.
...lemme know if this somehow updates BEFORE sunday...
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[Safe Haven - John Ain't Here]
John wasn’t home, but it wasn’t hard to figure that someone had paid him a visit. Kate and Anderson searched the apartment and found nothing. Someone had shot his bedroom to hell, but the lack of blood was a good sign, meaning that either the shooter, obviously a ResE, missed John with every shot or that John wasn’t home for them to kill.
“Where would he be?” Kate asked as she kicked away the remains of his door and found that his secret hiding place behind his dresser had been discovered, making her gambit to take everything that was inside yesterday a damn smart one. “You guys looking for John?” someone said as they peeked their head inside from the hallway “Cuz he ain’t here.” The man was one of the homeless people that always hung out in the apartment hallway at night, strung out on one drug or another.
“Where is he?” Anderson asked. The man shrugged “Don’t know how he got out, but he left when the ResE came back.” Kate walked up to him from the bedroom. “Did he ever come home yesterday?” The man nodded. “He was mostly naked and fucked up. I heard him say brothel when he was talking to the ResE though.” Anderson nodded and walked out of the apartment. “Where are you going?” Kate asked.
“Perry,” he said.
“The ResEs are obviously gonna show up there. John wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“Where else would he be, if he hasn’t been killed already? Maybe Perry knows something.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Well I didn’t ask your opinion.”
“Hey, I wanna help John just as much as you do, ya know.
“So help him by staying out of my way.”
“What about the shipment?”
“That’s not important.”
With that, Anderson disappeared down the staircase. Kate was pissed. If Anderson wanted to charge into the teeth of a bunch of ResEs, let him, but Kate decided she had better things to do.
Trying out the whole "schedule post" option...lemme know if this doesnt appear sunday.....err...nevermind.
...lemme know if this somehow updates BEFORE sunday...
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[Safe Haven - John Ain't Here]
John wasn’t home, but it wasn’t hard to figure that someone had paid him a visit. Kate and Anderson searched the apartment and found nothing. Someone had shot his bedroom to hell, but the lack of blood was a good sign, meaning that either the shooter, obviously a ResE, missed John with every shot or that John wasn’t home for them to kill.
“Where would he be?” Kate asked as she kicked away the remains of his door and found that his secret hiding place behind his dresser had been discovered, making her gambit to take everything that was inside yesterday a damn smart one. “You guys looking for John?” someone said as they peeked their head inside from the hallway “Cuz he ain’t here.” The man was one of the homeless people that always hung out in the apartment hallway at night, strung out on one drug or another.
“Where is he?” Anderson asked. The man shrugged “Don’t know how he got out, but he left when the ResE came back.” Kate walked up to him from the bedroom. “Did he ever come home yesterday?” The man nodded. “He was mostly naked and fucked up. I heard him say brothel when he was talking to the ResE though.” Anderson nodded and walked out of the apartment. “Where are you going?” Kate asked.
“Perry,” he said.
“The ResEs are obviously gonna show up there. John wouldn’t be that stupid.”
“Where else would he be, if he hasn’t been killed already? Maybe Perry knows something.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Well I didn’t ask your opinion.”
“Hey, I wanna help John just as much as you do, ya know.
“So help him by staying out of my way.”
“What about the shipment?”
“That’s not important.”
With that, Anderson disappeared down the staircase. Kate was pissed. If Anderson wanted to charge into the teeth of a bunch of ResEs, let him, but Kate decided she had better things to do.
April 29, 2012
Safe Haven - Jinx
[...Posted by Ted H]
...I got nothin different to say this week...
...hey, remember when there were other authors here? Yeah, me neither...
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[Safe Haven - Jinx]
“You’re a fucking jinx!” Cooper screamed at Jordan as she reloaded her rifle. “How is this my fault?” Jordan yelled as he unloaded into an approaching zombie. “Most of the zombies are around Safe Haven, the rest of the world is probably safe,” Cooper said sarcastically “I’ll bet we never run into more than one zombie at a time.” Jordan had made that prediction less than an hour ago. At the moment the seven Rogues were dealing with a horde of around fifty zombies on a bridge. It was the only way to get where the Rogues needed to go.
It wasn’t as if the zombies were any major concern, Cooper just didn’t like the bull shit optimism Jordan had been spewing since second one of this trip. She appreciated Jake and Tucker’s slight pessimism on things or Johnston’s “I don’t give a fuck either way” mentality. Jordan was always looking at the bright side of the zombie apocalypse and Cooper just wanted to shove her boot down his throat over it.
“Did anybody else see that?” Tucker shouted as he popped a fresh clip into his handgun “Two for one kill on my last bullet! Tell me someone else saw that?” For a kid who wasn’t looking forward to this trip, Cooper had to admit he knew how to appreciate the little things of the situation. “Move up!” Martin said as the group finally made some more progress through the bridge. Most of the killing was being done to keep the zombies at bay while Teto and Martin took out zombies up front, paving them a path across the bridge.
“Toss a grenade, Jake!” Tucker shouted as he nudged Jake. “Fuck no!” Jake responded “This is why I won’t let you have any. The bridge wasn’t maintained in any way since the apocalypse, and even Cooped knew one errant grenade might just bring the whole thing down. Tucker probably just wanted to see something explode.
“We’re clear!” Martin said as the group made it across the bridge and started running again. There was no more need to keep shooting, which was only attracting more anyway. Teto had finally figured out the map earlier, and realized that they first needed to find Interstate 15 before they could find I-40. It was the only reason they were crossing that bridge was because they came across an old sign that pointed them in the right direction to I-15.
“Any of those zombies look familiar?” Johnston asked as soon as the group were clear of any immediate threats. “No,” Tucker said “Why?” Cooper knew what Johnston meant. Johnston was on the lookout for any of the missing Rogues. If they were zombies, then their fate would be a little more clear.
“How long until I-40 once we find the other highway?” Jordan asked as Teto didn’t bother answering. “I’m willing to bet it isn’t close,” Jake said as the group continued to make their way north.
...I got nothin different to say this week...
...hey, remember when there were other authors here? Yeah, me neither...
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[Safe Haven - Jinx]
“You’re a fucking jinx!” Cooper screamed at Jordan as she reloaded her rifle. “How is this my fault?” Jordan yelled as he unloaded into an approaching zombie. “Most of the zombies are around Safe Haven, the rest of the world is probably safe,” Cooper said sarcastically “I’ll bet we never run into more than one zombie at a time.” Jordan had made that prediction less than an hour ago. At the moment the seven Rogues were dealing with a horde of around fifty zombies on a bridge. It was the only way to get where the Rogues needed to go.
It wasn’t as if the zombies were any major concern, Cooper just didn’t like the bull shit optimism Jordan had been spewing since second one of this trip. She appreciated Jake and Tucker’s slight pessimism on things or Johnston’s “I don’t give a fuck either way” mentality. Jordan was always looking at the bright side of the zombie apocalypse and Cooper just wanted to shove her boot down his throat over it.
“Did anybody else see that?” Tucker shouted as he popped a fresh clip into his handgun “Two for one kill on my last bullet! Tell me someone else saw that?” For a kid who wasn’t looking forward to this trip, Cooper had to admit he knew how to appreciate the little things of the situation. “Move up!” Martin said as the group finally made some more progress through the bridge. Most of the killing was being done to keep the zombies at bay while Teto and Martin took out zombies up front, paving them a path across the bridge.
“Toss a grenade, Jake!” Tucker shouted as he nudged Jake. “Fuck no!” Jake responded “This is why I won’t let you have any. The bridge wasn’t maintained in any way since the apocalypse, and even Cooped knew one errant grenade might just bring the whole thing down. Tucker probably just wanted to see something explode.
“We’re clear!” Martin said as the group made it across the bridge and started running again. There was no more need to keep shooting, which was only attracting more anyway. Teto had finally figured out the map earlier, and realized that they first needed to find Interstate 15 before they could find I-40. It was the only reason they were crossing that bridge was because they came across an old sign that pointed them in the right direction to I-15.
“Any of those zombies look familiar?” Johnston asked as soon as the group were clear of any immediate threats. “No,” Tucker said “Why?” Cooper knew what Johnston meant. Johnston was on the lookout for any of the missing Rogues. If they were zombies, then their fate would be a little more clear.
“How long until I-40 once we find the other highway?” Jordan asked as Teto didn’t bother answering. “I’m willing to bet it isn’t close,” Jake said as the group continued to make their way north.
April 22, 2012
Safe Haven - Good Friends Make Crap Roommates
[...Posted by Ted H]
...Oh Jesus, Blogger updated. Now everything is unfamiliar and different. At least they didnt change the locks on me. Safe Haven is leading up to a climax of sorts...not THE climax, but ya know, act 1 or something...Buckle up for that end....then OurTown2 should finally be over... ...sweet Jesus, I can schedule posts? Oh baby!
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Kate walked up to an old set of townhouses. The ground floor windows were well boarded up to where even sunlight couldn’t get through. It was regarded as one of the safest places in Safe Haven in the early days, back when the undead still were finding their ways in. The only way in or out was the one door, unless you count the second floor windows. The third house on the left was the one Kate was heading for, Laura’s house. The steps leading up to it had long ago crumbled and Kate made sure to watch her step as she went for the front door and knocked.
A couple seconds passed as Kate heard movement behind the front door, so she smiled in front of the peep hole. She remembered one time long ago she had knocked and then covered up the peep hole as a joke, only to have John throw open the door with a shotgun in hand, ready to blow her away. She never tried that again.
A moment passed before Kate heard the sounds of a couple dead bolts clicking, then the door swung open to reveal Laura. Everyone had changed one way or another in the thirteen years since making the trip to Safe Haven, but Laura had been the most dramatic change of all. Since entering Safe Haven, Laura had dropped over a hundred pounds and was merely skin and bones. She was always known for her long dyed-red hair, but now it was cut and back to her natural brunette. Still, she was the one who always said that no matter how much you change, your past is always right beside you.
Laura opened her door and motioned Kate to go inside. The row of townhouses contained at least four people each inside at any point in time. Laura lived with three other men, one of which who worked with John with shipments so Kate knew she could trust Cayra here. “Everyone else is asleep,” Laura said as they walked into the kitchen and saw Cayra sitting at the table, cup in hand. “Any word from John?” she asked.
Kate shook her head. She didn’t bother checking back at his apartment yet and no one had paid her a visit either. She didn’t want to accept it yet, but John was probably dead. “I need help moving his shipment,” she said to Laura. “What are you moving?” she asked.
“Guns.”
“Shit, just get Anderson to move them. That’s what John always had him do.”
“I’d rather you come with me.”
“I though you wanted me to keep an eye on Cayra?”
“She’s a big girl. She doesn’t need a babysitter.”
“Then why’d you send her here.”
“I don’t know. I panicked.”
“What’s wrong with Anderson?”
“He’s John’s guy. I don’t know him. How can I trust him?”
“I fucking live with the guy. He’s cool. I’ll go get him.”
“Just…whatever, fine.”
“Why you gotta do that?”
“Do what?”
“Stop being a bitch. Anderson knows what he’s doing.”
“I said fine…”
Laura stormed off and went upstairs to wake Anderson. Kate caught Cayra shaking her head. “Shut up,” she said as Cayra shrugged. “I almost forgot why I moved out,” Kate said as she sat down next to Cayra. Her, John, Cayra and Laura lived together in the townhouse when they first got to Safe Haven. They wanted Patrick to live there as well, but he insisted on doing his own thing in the church. There was also Amber and Jake, but Amber had been infected and crawled into a hole to die without hurting anybody and Jake up and left Safe Haven on his own volition. Nobody talks about either one of them anymore anyway.
Time wore on though and Kate and Laura would clash more and more to the point where Kate insisted she was better off on her own. John left so he could run Rogues shipments more efficiently in his new location, plus he would have a larger place to his self. Cayra leaving was the most awkward, since neither she nor Laura really wanted her to leave. The townhouse had become an easy storage location for various bits of contraband, even more so when Anderson moved in and started helping John out, and Laura knew that everyone living there would be punished if any of the contraband was ever discovered. So she insisted Cayra leave since she had nothing to do with distributing the contraband anyway.
The irony was not lost on anyone that now the safest place in the world for Cayra was now the townhouse. Kate pondered that fact as Anderson and Laura walked into the kitchen. Anderson was a tall, medium build black man who always wore the same white rag on his head, and only wore wife beaters. One look in his bedroom would yield no red flags, but he has enough hidden weapons in there it would make a gun nut blush. He knew his weapons, and was the only person John trusted to work them out to the general public of Safe Haven, which meant that there was no one else Kate could trust more.
“Where’s John?” he asked as Kate put her head down and shrugged. “Last I saw him he had ResEs chasing him, but I’m not sure,” she said as Anderson shook his head. “Let’s head to his place, ok?” he said as he turned and headed for the door. “No,” Kate said “First I wanna check on the weapons shipment. That’s why you’re even here.”
“That’s not what we’re gonna do,” Anderson said as he exited. Kate was annoyed. John never really commanded respect, but people such as Anderson never second guessed him. She was in charge now, but so far no one wanted to recognize that. “Just go check on John,” Laura said, seemingly now convinced there was nothing wrong with John, and that Kate was just acting out again. “You would side with him,” Kate said as she stormed out after Anderson. People wanted to take charge instead of following, fine. But she still had the map, and she wasn’t letting anyone else near it.
...Oh Jesus, Blogger updated. Now everything is unfamiliar and different. At least they didnt change the locks on me. Safe Haven is leading up to a climax of sorts...not THE climax, but ya know, act 1 or something...Buckle up for that end....then OurTown2 should finally be over... ...sweet Jesus, I can schedule posts? Oh baby!
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Kate walked up to an old set of townhouses. The ground floor windows were well boarded up to where even sunlight couldn’t get through. It was regarded as one of the safest places in Safe Haven in the early days, back when the undead still were finding their ways in. The only way in or out was the one door, unless you count the second floor windows. The third house on the left was the one Kate was heading for, Laura’s house. The steps leading up to it had long ago crumbled and Kate made sure to watch her step as she went for the front door and knocked.
A couple seconds passed as Kate heard movement behind the front door, so she smiled in front of the peep hole. She remembered one time long ago she had knocked and then covered up the peep hole as a joke, only to have John throw open the door with a shotgun in hand, ready to blow her away. She never tried that again.
A moment passed before Kate heard the sounds of a couple dead bolts clicking, then the door swung open to reveal Laura. Everyone had changed one way or another in the thirteen years since making the trip to Safe Haven, but Laura had been the most dramatic change of all. Since entering Safe Haven, Laura had dropped over a hundred pounds and was merely skin and bones. She was always known for her long dyed-red hair, but now it was cut and back to her natural brunette. Still, she was the one who always said that no matter how much you change, your past is always right beside you.
Laura opened her door and motioned Kate to go inside. The row of townhouses contained at least four people each inside at any point in time. Laura lived with three other men, one of which who worked with John with shipments so Kate knew she could trust Cayra here. “Everyone else is asleep,” Laura said as they walked into the kitchen and saw Cayra sitting at the table, cup in hand. “Any word from John?” she asked.
Kate shook her head. She didn’t bother checking back at his apartment yet and no one had paid her a visit either. She didn’t want to accept it yet, but John was probably dead. “I need help moving his shipment,” she said to Laura. “What are you moving?” she asked.
“Guns.”
“Shit, just get Anderson to move them. That’s what John always had him do.”
“I’d rather you come with me.”
“I though you wanted me to keep an eye on Cayra?”
“She’s a big girl. She doesn’t need a babysitter.”
“Then why’d you send her here.”
“I don’t know. I panicked.”
“What’s wrong with Anderson?”
“He’s John’s guy. I don’t know him. How can I trust him?”
“I fucking live with the guy. He’s cool. I’ll go get him.”
“Just…whatever, fine.”
“Why you gotta do that?”
“Do what?”
“Stop being a bitch. Anderson knows what he’s doing.”
“I said fine…”
Laura stormed off and went upstairs to wake Anderson. Kate caught Cayra shaking her head. “Shut up,” she said as Cayra shrugged. “I almost forgot why I moved out,” Kate said as she sat down next to Cayra. Her, John, Cayra and Laura lived together in the townhouse when they first got to Safe Haven. They wanted Patrick to live there as well, but he insisted on doing his own thing in the church. There was also Amber and Jake, but Amber had been infected and crawled into a hole to die without hurting anybody and Jake up and left Safe Haven on his own volition. Nobody talks about either one of them anymore anyway.
Time wore on though and Kate and Laura would clash more and more to the point where Kate insisted she was better off on her own. John left so he could run Rogues shipments more efficiently in his new location, plus he would have a larger place to his self. Cayra leaving was the most awkward, since neither she nor Laura really wanted her to leave. The townhouse had become an easy storage location for various bits of contraband, even more so when Anderson moved in and started helping John out, and Laura knew that everyone living there would be punished if any of the contraband was ever discovered. So she insisted Cayra leave since she had nothing to do with distributing the contraband anyway.
The irony was not lost on anyone that now the safest place in the world for Cayra was now the townhouse. Kate pondered that fact as Anderson and Laura walked into the kitchen. Anderson was a tall, medium build black man who always wore the same white rag on his head, and only wore wife beaters. One look in his bedroom would yield no red flags, but he has enough hidden weapons in there it would make a gun nut blush. He knew his weapons, and was the only person John trusted to work them out to the general public of Safe Haven, which meant that there was no one else Kate could trust more.
“Where’s John?” he asked as Kate put her head down and shrugged. “Last I saw him he had ResEs chasing him, but I’m not sure,” she said as Anderson shook his head. “Let’s head to his place, ok?” he said as he turned and headed for the door. “No,” Kate said “First I wanna check on the weapons shipment. That’s why you’re even here.”
“That’s not what we’re gonna do,” Anderson said as he exited. Kate was annoyed. John never really commanded respect, but people such as Anderson never second guessed him. She was in charge now, but so far no one wanted to recognize that. “Just go check on John,” Laura said, seemingly now convinced there was nothing wrong with John, and that Kate was just acting out again. “You would side with him,” Kate said as she stormed out after Anderson. People wanted to take charge instead of following, fine. But she still had the map, and she wasn’t letting anyone else near it.
April 15, 2012
Adventures in Oblivion - Where The Game Decides An NPC Should Face The Final Boss Instead
[...Posted by Ted H]
Final Oblivion Entry...more SH comming. Final Act of OurTown2 will follow that...tra-la-la-la-la!
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[Adventures in Oblivion - Where The Game Decides An NPC Should Face The Final Boss Instead]
Alright, endgame time! No more fucking around. Time for the ultimate showdown between good and evil. In case you’re fuzzy on the sides, I’m representing good. Never mind all those innocents I killed off between my jailbreak and now; those were either self defense or contracted, making them very legal and not morally accountable.
Anyway, all the lesser Magoffins have been assembled so Picards son could open up another portal for me to go through and eventually retrieve the original Magoffin that was lost way back at the start of this adventure. I end up in some sort of paradise and am told I need to eventually track down some guy. I’ll spare you the details of the search and of the final confrontation that was sad and easy.
Now I’ve retrieved the Magoffin and am back in Helms Deep. Remember way back when I talked about how awesome it might be to end the game where hell on earth is happening and I need to fight my way from Helms Deep to the place where the Magoffin can be used? Yeah…not happening. Fast Travel instead? Oh yeah.
Picard’s son and I get to where we need to be only to find out the Magoffin is useless at this point as hell on earth is now in full swing. Maybe I should’ve closed a couple more Oblivion gates…Anyway, now all of hells minions are swarming the entire map and o shit everything is FUBAR! Are we actually building dramatic tension?
Picard’s son then announces he has one more idea as to how to save the world but he needs me to escort him to some alter or some shit. We’re at the endgame and I’m doing an escort mission? Are you fucking serious? Justify it all you want, it’s an escort mission! The last thing anyone wants to do in a game just happens to be the last thing you get to do for the main quest. Speaking of which…
So we get to the alter, along the way we avoid a fucking giant that I’m told is the big bad. Then I’m told that the Magoffin can be used a second way in order to defeat the big bad I was just introduced to. I kinda get excited here because maybe it will give me a way to battle the big bad. Will it make me as big as the big bad so I can fight him like any other enemy? Will it give me super spells I can use to cut that fucker down to size? Will it release a beam of light that will destroy all the bad guys but also eradicate all synthetic life in the galaxy even though that means EDI dies as-wait, wrong game.
The answers to those questions are: no, no and no. Instead, Picard’s son smashes the Magoffin onto his chest, breaking it, and transforms himself into a dragon (somehow) and faces off against the big bad. I am unable to assist, much less move, since the game has turned this into a cut scene. Blah blah blah, dragon wins, then turns to stone (for some reason) and the world is saved…no thanks to me. What the fuck was that about?
I don’t even see why I should conclude this. Picard’s son did all the work. I feel like Ilend did when I stormed the fortress back in Kvatch all alone while he stayed back: useless.
As far as epilogues go, there isn’t much to say. Most of the major characters are dead. Between the main quest and the Dark Brotherhood, I didn’t leave many people alive in my wake. Let’s see what I can cook up…
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When I became the arena champion, I gained myself an adoring fan who followed me around everywhere. I left him right at the arena entrance and forgot about him. Let’s say he went on to die of hypothermia because I never came back and he always waited out in the rain for me…
The remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood soon died off since there were all of one people left to run the show. They died off and they have no one to blame but themselves for it. It’s still gone, don’t let the Skyrim DB tell you otherwise…
The few remaining citizens of Kvatch all died off. Those living right outside the city died of starvation while the guards in the city died of smoke inhalation from the fires they never felt bothered to put out.
Fuck-Your-Mountains and Shadowfax teamed up to become an unstoppable duo of horse madness. They both went on to ruin people’s day and mountains for all time.
TheoKickAssius was later given golden dragon armor, which he never used cuz he had way better armor already, and went on to acquire a way to raise the dead so he could resurrect his only friend, Ilend. When he did, he realized the real Ilend was long gone and this mindless zombie was only a shell of his friend. He then retired to his home in Bravil, where he could catch up on his reading with the 3435434 books he collected for no apparent reason.
The Fighters Guild was closed down for incompetence. Nobody misses them.
Final Oblivion Entry...more SH comming. Final Act of OurTown2 will follow that...tra-la-la-la-la!
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[Adventures in Oblivion - Where The Game Decides An NPC Should Face The Final Boss Instead]
Alright, endgame time! No more fucking around. Time for the ultimate showdown between good and evil. In case you’re fuzzy on the sides, I’m representing good. Never mind all those innocents I killed off between my jailbreak and now; those were either self defense or contracted, making them very legal and not morally accountable.
Anyway, all the lesser Magoffins have been assembled so Picards son could open up another portal for me to go through and eventually retrieve the original Magoffin that was lost way back at the start of this adventure. I end up in some sort of paradise and am told I need to eventually track down some guy. I’ll spare you the details of the search and of the final confrontation that was sad and easy.
Now I’ve retrieved the Magoffin and am back in Helms Deep. Remember way back when I talked about how awesome it might be to end the game where hell on earth is happening and I need to fight my way from Helms Deep to the place where the Magoffin can be used? Yeah…not happening. Fast Travel instead? Oh yeah.
Picard’s son and I get to where we need to be only to find out the Magoffin is useless at this point as hell on earth is now in full swing. Maybe I should’ve closed a couple more Oblivion gates…Anyway, now all of hells minions are swarming the entire map and o shit everything is FUBAR! Are we actually building dramatic tension?
Picard’s son then announces he has one more idea as to how to save the world but he needs me to escort him to some alter or some shit. We’re at the endgame and I’m doing an escort mission? Are you fucking serious? Justify it all you want, it’s an escort mission! The last thing anyone wants to do in a game just happens to be the last thing you get to do for the main quest. Speaking of which…
So we get to the alter, along the way we avoid a fucking giant that I’m told is the big bad. Then I’m told that the Magoffin can be used a second way in order to defeat the big bad I was just introduced to. I kinda get excited here because maybe it will give me a way to battle the big bad. Will it make me as big as the big bad so I can fight him like any other enemy? Will it give me super spells I can use to cut that fucker down to size? Will it release a beam of light that will destroy all the bad guys but also eradicate all synthetic life in the galaxy even though that means EDI dies as-wait, wrong game.
The answers to those questions are: no, no and no. Instead, Picard’s son smashes the Magoffin onto his chest, breaking it, and transforms himself into a dragon (somehow) and faces off against the big bad. I am unable to assist, much less move, since the game has turned this into a cut scene. Blah blah blah, dragon wins, then turns to stone (for some reason) and the world is saved…no thanks to me. What the fuck was that about?
I don’t even see why I should conclude this. Picard’s son did all the work. I feel like Ilend did when I stormed the fortress back in Kvatch all alone while he stayed back: useless.
As far as epilogues go, there isn’t much to say. Most of the major characters are dead. Between the main quest and the Dark Brotherhood, I didn’t leave many people alive in my wake. Let’s see what I can cook up…
...
When I became the arena champion, I gained myself an adoring fan who followed me around everywhere. I left him right at the arena entrance and forgot about him. Let’s say he went on to die of hypothermia because I never came back and he always waited out in the rain for me…
The remaining members of the Dark Brotherhood soon died off since there were all of one people left to run the show. They died off and they have no one to blame but themselves for it. It’s still gone, don’t let the Skyrim DB tell you otherwise…
The few remaining citizens of Kvatch all died off. Those living right outside the city died of starvation while the guards in the city died of smoke inhalation from the fires they never felt bothered to put out.
Fuck-Your-Mountains and Shadowfax teamed up to become an unstoppable duo of horse madness. They both went on to ruin people’s day and mountains for all time.
TheoKickAssius was later given golden dragon armor, which he never used cuz he had way better armor already, and went on to acquire a way to raise the dead so he could resurrect his only friend, Ilend. When he did, he realized the real Ilend was long gone and this mindless zombie was only a shell of his friend. He then retired to his home in Bravil, where he could catch up on his reading with the 3435434 books he collected for no apparent reason.
The Fighters Guild was closed down for incompetence. Nobody misses them.
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